Why did I breath life in to the dust of the earth, only to have what I made spit water in my face with a venomous rage. Yet they're minds minds so full of air they can not comprehend why I did not stay by they sides as they fall in to the fire of they're own design.
But I will always watch and laugh at those who try to replace me. Yet my mind will always go back to the question of why. and I look to my maker and wonder if She thinks them same of me.
I stand on the Fields of battle the dead all around. I am the last man standing save for the king and his spotless crown. I set my eyes upon the man who family and kens men died. The only Eye to see us now are that of the battle brides. I gave all to this man who now before me stand, and left with nothing a thought acurs it must be me or him, My lord I hail with sword in hand, I fall on to one knee. he just smiles and laugh as if he as one the victory. no concern has he about his men who lay like sactered leaves. The rage in me has reach its peak and and in to him my sword I ran, I am now the battle king I hold my head up high. And from that day I have but made sure no man will die.
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Evocative imagery.
Weak
wow :3
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NellMorgan
07:00 Jan 04 2013
Thought provoking indeed.